Caesar—Ter cunjur up a big Christmas tree fo’ Ailsie. She done boun’ ter have one.
Elsie—Mine fader did get me one always, Mr. Opperman.
Opperman—Vell, vell, ve never did yet have van Christmas here yet a’retty, but meppe ve might half von leedle von, if ve all chip in togedder. Be patient a’retty, mine leedle fraulein, and ve’ll see vot ve’ll see!
Elsie—But I don’t want one little tree, I want one big one like mine fader always did me get. Jimmy will buy me one. I know he will. I’m Jimmy’s little sister. He did buy for me these hair ribbons of the blue color.
Caesar—You’ll half ter do it, Jimmy, whedder or no, as de preachah say.
Elsie—You know, Mr. Opperman. You one German was, too. You know the German kinder do always one big Christmas tree have. Mustn’t I have one?
Opperman—Vell, vell, leedle Madchen, I vos sure von Cherman, but I vos von Cherman Chew a’retty. Der Chews no Christmas do keep, nor drees.
Elsie—(beginning to cry) I must have one big Christmas tree. I must. And no one wants me my tree to have but Jimmy.
Jimmy—There, there, Ilsie, don’t spoil the swate eyes av yez wid cryin’, ans we’ll think up a way somehow. (Mrs. McCarthy, Mrs. Ferrari, Mrs. Omstrom, and Mrs. Washington come out and seat themselves on the steps.)
Chloe—(taking Elsie into her lap) What dey bin a doin’ to mammy Chloe’s li’l white lambie?